It's all one flower.

Paving the vast forests of Amitostigma, refugee camps continue to expand.

As of August 2192, block 27 is under construction.

Amiella and Archione were taken by soprano singer Oratorix to a volunteer filling set up in the village of Tent in the plains.

"Good Morning"

"Mr. Oratorix and the needles, they're still here today."

"Thank you again today"

Archione, the Arterian, passes through with his Amiella needle buddies.

I don't know how many more [road guards] I've had, and I'm totally familiar with the volunteers gathered from the kingdom of Amitostigma and surrounding countries.

Still, the other facets of the bouquet of peace never come.

... Even if you say you abandoned your faith, it takes courage to use magic yourself.

The needle Amiella was scattered even after she found out she was a powerful people. It was only a few months ago that I made up my mind to practice magic in earnest. Their feelings of the powerless people are painfully clear, without saying anything.

... You're scared to grip the [crystal] and see if it's magical.

"This time, I'd like a fifteenth compartment."

"What, just one place?

The young man from the Nemoralis Construction Industry Association who accompanied me with a luggage hold and [leap] is astonished.

Amiella felt the same way and saw a volunteer center attendant.

"Summer students have come quite a bit, and occasionally (by chance) today, because a bunch of choir cots have come"

"Oh, so"

Soprano singer Oratorix smiles.

Archione raised her handbag to the height of her eyes.

I was about to hand out the newspaper.

"I'll do that. I can't help you with the curse."

"Really? But isn't it tough going around twenty-nine places on your own?

When Archione cared, the construction association youth dyed their cheeks and offered their hands.

"It's okay, it's okay. It's easier than building a house."

Archione pulled only a pair of newspapers out of the bag and hung the handles of the bag in the hands of the youth.

"Really? Please don't push me too hard."

"It looks like it's still hot, so don't push yourself too hard either. Okay, I'm coming!

The young man left the packing with refreshment, but his right hand and right leg exited at the same time, unable to move as if he had been given a rule in his spine.

As soon as I lost sight of the hindsight, Oratorix shrugged.

"You want to show Mr. Archione a good place."

"I don't hate it, but you don't get a liking when you look like this."

"Is that what you say?

When Amiela listened unexpectedly to the unscrupulous narrative, Archione just said it was natural.

"The guy who only treats his favorite co is not really a friendly wack, and if he wakes up with a fever, he'll give his hands back and get cold... you should be careful, huh?

For some reason, at the end of the day, I turned my worried eyes to Amiela. I don't know what it is, but I don't dare to snort and thank you.

Oratorix smiled bitterly and encouraged the two of them.

[Jump] to the fifteenth compartment with the other volunteers.

It seems that the woods are much cooler than Tent Village in the plains. Sweat pulled from Archione's forehead and his complexion improved.

Amiella is protected by [heat resistant] spells and curses she embroiders herself and can't feel the heat. I feel like someone else when I think I was sweaty this time last year.

"Behold the light that illuminates the path of the stars.

Look up to all who are lost... "

Add choir student volunteers to face-to-face volunteers and walk [roadblocks] with refugees who have learned the curse.

It's like changing the incense of a forest sucked in all over your chest to a song. I surrounded the fifteenth section with wonder.

"Good luck. There's nothing there, but take a rest."

Together, we went into the assembly center of the fifteenth division to the refugees who had gone to work.

Archione puts up a bunch of newspapers at the door.

"Hello -. I brought you the Laichka newspaper -"

I was quickly surrounded when I wondered if my work hand had stopped. Archione didn't panic and make a scene, handing out newspapers one by one and smiling.

"When you've read it, turn it to the next person, and you have to lose it. So just read it inside the assembly hall, and the last person will rebound."

People read like they're greedy and don't know if they've gotten into their ears.

Those who could not get it peered from the side, creating a circle of people every page.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I knew you were worried about your fatherland's cot"

The side where the young women of the lake people sigh is as if they were other personnel (one by one).

Archione tilted his neck.

"You're not?

"I'm Tilia from the Temple of Patens."

"Now,“ prayer in the lake, "he said," I have a worship plan, and people without power are working hard to make a spell so that they can buy a [magic crystal] for their service. "

A young man of the people of the lake, folded in cardboard in the corner, stands beside Tilia and names her Cornus, the same temple volunteer.

The three returned their names only.

The assembly hall is lined with foldable long desks and pipe chairs, with paper bundles and silver pens, ink bottles of various colors and small paint plates spread out.

Amiela nodded remembering seeing a similar object at the magic tool shop in the underground town of Chernochnijnik.

Archione only has a rare view and says nothing.

"Thank you, newspaper."

"The Hunan Economic Newspapers will donate newspapers to all the rally points, but only the headquarters version of Amitostigma."

An elderly refugee in a circle of people says a little sorry.

"I appreciate you just letting me read it, because complaining will punish you."

"Even with that Nantka board, I can see the news, but there's no article from Nemoralis."

"I don't think Nemoralis had that."

Apparently, it's about the tablet device.

Guys, you just want me to listen to you, Amiella and the three of them talked one after another, even if they just vaguely hammered each other.